In my book, What You Don't Know About Your Soul, I talk about Time and Ages, and give a spherical picture of time rather than the linear one that we are accustomed to. When talking about the ages, I wrote about the last 6 ages, (ones that we have record of), and each of their characteristics and contributions to the world at large. Ages represent a zodiac sign.
In the Age of Gemini, (6,000-3,800 BCE) the world experienced the development of the first written languages and establishment of villages and communities. The sign Gemini rules communication and speech. It is no coincidence that this age marked these milestones and developments. Gemini, being an "Air Sign", makes it natural to imagine communication spreading like the cool breeze over a mass of land.
Right now, the sun is exiting Taurus, and is almost in the sign of Gemini, my astrological sign, and I wanted to highlight some amazing little known facts about the Gemini person and their soul. I know first hand what happens to a Gemini, how they are filled with energy that needs to be channeled and have a duty to communicate, and teach.
One thing that is common and present in all Geminis: Energy. A natural nervous energy that needs to be harnessed because it can be extreme. It is infectious and powerful. Geminis thrive when they're able to express themselves uncensored, and have constant, meaningful, soul growing changes. They love challenges and accolades. Forward motion and activity are critical for the communicative and expressive Gemini.
Here are the names of some famous Gemini people that you may recognize:
Prince, Kendrick Lamar, Tupac, Marilyn Monroe, Angelina Jolie, John F Kennedy, Paul McCartney,Che Guevara, Joan Rivers, Lenny Kravitz, Lisa "LeftEye" Lopes.
When I read this list of names, I began to see the similarities between them all. First, I see very attractive people. I see people who have a unique God given beauty. With this beauty, they aren't arrogant or narcissistic, yet they are unapologetic.
I see a group of headstrong individuals who had purpose. A group of communicators who knew of a spiritual connection to our worlds. Most of the people named above were/are entertainers, yet there is a message given while they are entertaining.
The musicians speak in a rebellious way toward injustices, speaking life and hope in their songs while giving praise to God. Geminis are revolutionaries, military leaders, Presidents, Philanthropists, humanitarians, and extraordinarily talented. All at the same time! Gemini's are usually ahead of their time, and, as the first written language, takes years to discover ALL of the true magic in their masterpieces.
Now, were Prince and Tupac twins? Absolutely! They were true Geminis! Mutable, and flexible, clever and witty, interested and interesting, self expressive, and dual natured, passion and passionate. TWINS. The hallmark of a true Gemini.
Prince and Tupac were rare gifts to this earth. Prince had an understanding and faith beyond earthly comprehension, and while the world was caught up in how gorgeous he was, Prince was concerned about purpose work, and helping others.
Tupac was not your average "thug". He was a very smart and passionate man who was on the verge of blossoming into a true leader in the movement. At just 21, he had the people in his hand like Fred Hampton of the Black Panthers. In interviews he always was speaking and dropping jewels on social injustices and the system, poverty, and the black community in general.
Thank God for allowing their presence and continued essence. Thank God for Geminis!
Every sign has its markers and elements. If you're not sure about yours, look it up. You'll be surprised at how much makes sense for you and make sure to purchase my book, to learn more about the Ages and other things you may not know about your soul.
Mother's Day is coming up, and it always reminds me of what kind of mother I am. How did I get here? It's definitely a time for reflection. I feel as though I am exceptionally experienced as a mother, as I have my own children, step children, and God child.
I was tasked as an 18 year old to be a mother of 3 kids. I wasn't asked. They were left alone with me for months. What was a girl to do? Cry? Give up? Take them to who? No one was available, no one cared, and they had scabies. I quickly learned to handle my business. They were innocent and didn't deserve the early life and family they were born to.
No matter how much of a deadbeat their dad was, and their mother, I had to make sure I was the constant. Subconsciously, I knew I had to be a part of their lives forever to show them that some people actually care and will be there for you.
When I became the mother of my own child, their sister, she just became a part of the pack, as I then had four kids. I never showed favoritism, I treated them all the same, and I gave them some of the best years of my life. I knew they wouldn't be kids forever, and they needed my guidance and love since their birth families didn't seem to care.
I must admit, their needs (step-daughters) were taken into consideration a lot, emotionally and mentally, and I made sure I kept open communication with them. Even though I didn’t show favoritism, there was an unspoken loyalty that my step-daughters had between themselves and would exclude my daughter, their sister. I think it had to do with the fact they had the same mom and dad, while my daughter only shared their dad. I believe they were jealous of her. Subconsciously. She had her mom in her life. Her Mom was a good mom and consistent. Everything their mom wasn’t.
My daughter struggled with this silently for a while, then as she got older she would express her feelings about her sisters and the way they treated her. It made me mad to the core at times because how dare they treat my daughter any differently because they were born to deadbeats?! How dare you treat my daughter differently when it was HER mother taking care of you? In my mind I was mad, in my spirit, I understood, and how I handled it was making them accountable for their actions and made sure they knew I saw what was going on.
Being a Natural Mom, a Stepmom, and a God Mom, I’ve learned a lot about myself. Because I was a step mom first, I was given the opportunity to love children that weren’t mine before I had my own. I believe that helped shape what type of mom I am overall. Fair.
I am a fair mother. I believe in righteousness, and justice. 2016 marks the 20th year that the girls have been in my life. In 20 years of being a mother, I’ve been happy, sad, mad, frustrated, desperate, bewildered, proud, emotional, nervous, and faithful. I’m sure God has been there the entire time guiding me, ordering my steps, and keeping us.
One of the best things about being a stepmom is being a consistent person in their lives showing them that there are people who will love you and be there for you even though their parents were not. This can be a generational curse broken with my example in their lives. It makes me feel good to know I helped an entire generation. It also is a blessing to see them as adults, healthy and hopeful. They have a chance at life.
One of the emotional risks of being a stepmom is knowing that no matter what you do, they’re going to be loyal to you as long as they need you. When that need changes so does the loyalty. It happened with each of them, in different ways. It's sad to see people you've loved and nurtured as your own, act like their DNA. I do have hope for them all. I love them.
The youngest of my step daughters is doing very well for herself in Los Angeles. She and I have had some conversations recently that touched my soul in a way that made it worth it. She told me that she appreciates me raising her and giving her the example she needed to be a woman. She said she has the confidence to do it because of me. Until this very day, their birth mother is still struggling with drug use.
The best thing about being a Natural Mom is seeing MY SEEDs grow and flourish. Pouring all of my love into them, and creating little mini me’s that will be better than me. They are a part of me! There is a love and bond so special between mother’s and daughters and I love it . I have no worries about loyalty when it comes to my natural children. I know the family bond is solid and unbreakable. There is no downside to bring a natural mother. They will disappoint you, and you will love them no matter what.
Thinking about it, there are really no downsides to mothering anyone. Life in general is full of disappointments, yes, but it is also full of teaching moments that will help shape a generation. If I could do it all over again, I would do it all over again. My growth to this moment depended on that experience and I am enlightened beyond comprehension to some.
Knowing that I consciously poured my love and nurturing into the girls, consistently provided a safe haven, and relentlessly dropped knowledge, they have no choice but to be great somehow one day.
My Godson is like my son. The son I haven't had yet! He's 7 now, and the bond we have is sweet. He's been in my life since birth. He's still young, but similarly to step children, you have a "nature barrier" so all you can do is nurture, and love, and pray for the best.
I, for one, think Mother's day should graduate to a week, but who would make sure everything was moving smoothly? I love being a mom. It is the most rewarding job I've ever had in life. The lessons I've learned, the self discoveries, the spiritual and karmic connection, the struggle, the laughter, the tears, the memories, the love, #priceless
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms and step moms and god moms and aunts, and grandmothers taking care of children!
As I think back on my life and look with hindsight, I see clearly when there were some major moments that God was showing me that I needed to grow.
I was in an abusive marriage, raising kids that were not even my stepchildren, (I had my ex-husband's nephew, and his daughter's older sister from their mother), in addition to my husband's 3 girls.
At 22 years old, I was raising six kids, four of school age, and two under five. At the time, I was knee deep in dancing, my husband was knee deep in 'extra curricular' activities while I was at work, and I was the only one holding down our 8 person household.
A typical day started at 6:30 am. I got up and made sure breakfast was made. Got the kids dressed and fed and off to school. The babies woke up afterwards and they got their breakfast etc. If there was laundry or cleaning that needed to be done, I did that during the school hours. Around three in the afternoon, they were back from school, and it was time to help with homework.
Around 5pm dinner would be cooking and by 6:30 I was on my way to the strip club. I worked until 2am, didn't get home until 3am or 3:30am only to find my husband at home partying with his broke friends spending my money that I left home which I was trying to save. I was back up at 6:30am to do it again.
Here is the moment that saved my life and my kids. One night I had a VIVID dream. I went to bed. I was 22. I woke up and I was 30! Same bed, same house, same man, same life, and it SCARED THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF ME! That day I really woke up and I planned my escape. It took me 45 days to make enough money to leave without alarming him of my planned secret escape. He was extremely crazy, and was already afraid I would leave him.
One time he jumped on the car when I was backing out of the driveway, and since I didn't stop, he punched the windshield, and smashed it so bad I couldn't see out of it. It could have scared my face! Witnessing my life through that dream if I stayed with him was a living nightmare, and the push I needed from God to realize my true destiny. I had all these kids, they had no one besides me, and it was so hard to make that decision on my own.
But I had to choose ME! I had no idea of what else was out there for me, but I was rushing to it because I knew what I was doing was NOT the life God intended for me. Leaving my husband was the beginning of me being set free. I am so grateful that God showed me something that would make me move. Everything works together for the greater good. I am who I am. I own what I've been through and I love me.
No matter where you find yourself today or where you've been. All things work for the good. Don't look for the world to give you love when all the love you'll ever need is right inside of you.
It takes a lot of uumph to be a black woman! I just think about everything I experience, my fellow sisters experiences, and the common thread linking it all is that unspoken uumph! That #BlackGirlMagic.
Why are Black Women so magical? I know God made it that way for sure, but what are some of the ingredients that create the unique masterpiece called the black woman? I know what I'm made of, and it is myriad of ingredients;
I've been raped, married to a drug addict, physically abused, shot, used, stolen from, lied on, lied to, disrespected, cheated on, and left for dead.
Still. IM A QUEEN. UNAPOLOGETIC
I had the nerve leave California and go to the NAVY to be someone. I had no idea where that would lead but I was ready! I had the nerve to dance naked in front of men so I could provide for my family after getting out of the NAVY, and after seeing my husband, my marriage, and my life for what it really was.
No worries. I'm STILL blessed.
With no rope in sight or any examples, I STILL created the life I wanted.
Black women possess a "This ain't what you want" type of fearlessness. In that fearlessness, others can take refuge and feel secure. (Like our children). Not only do they feel secure, but they learn it themselves and become a beacon in the family. It is a God given strength, knowing God himself is the only thing to fear.
My mother had a reputation for not playing the RADIO when it came to her children. The school, even grown neighborhood men would think twice about messing with Denise's children. That clearly was passed down by nature and nurture because even after facing death I still have no fear.
Every black woman's heart's desire is to love and be loved equally. She wants to be a wife, mother, friend, and community member. She longs to be part of a healthy ecosystem. Her actions are governed by these underlying tones to her character making her so graceful and beautiful. Love is life, and having to be resilient, confident, determined, and fearless just to get to hearts desires is pretty magical.
The combination of the ingredients, the severity of the circumstances, the DNA passed down, and the mighty smile of God created
Education comes in so many forms besides school. In fact, there is a huge difference between education and knowledge. Dropping out of college was the first semester of my hands on "School of Life University" education. I began to see how the world truly worked and it was a sink or swim kind of situation. Survival of the fittest would come in mind remembering what I learned of Charles Darwin and the Galapagos Islands. My biology teacher was an Indian lady who was so passionate about science it rubbed off on me a bit. It stuck with me. It was the basis for my knowledge and understanding of quantum physics and metaphysics.
My mom had a friend that I really looked up to. She was the regional manager of Macy's, and had it going on to me. As a child, there weren't many role models or "boss chicks" to model behind, but she was one of them. She always had her hair done, she was married to a African American history buff so their house was pro black and seemed powerful with the artifacts and statues they had.
Right when I got old enough and was on my own, I started hearing rumors about her on drugs.
I didn't want to believe it and it made me upset because my image of her was shattering. Sure enough, she was doing drugs. And not only doing drugs, but fell all the way off and was doing unspeakable things. That taught me to never be like her.
Never be someone that little girls look up to and then fall off after kids are grown! No way!!
I still have an anger toward her for letting me down. I never ever want any young girl who looks up to me to feel the way I do about me as I do about her.
I was a dancer. A stripper for money. I interacted with thousands of people. I learned something from all of them. They were investment brokers, insurance agents, soldiers, athletes, celebrities, terrorist, drug dealers, single mothers, daughters, wives, prostitutes, drug addicts.
My interaction was intimate enough to learn what it took to be each one of them. What factors created these circumstances and people. Each and everyone of them taught me something extremely valuable, and I know they've all learned something from me as well.
I've used and continue to use and grow my knowledge of interaction with individuals in my real estate business, when I speak to audiences, raise my children, helping others, and plan my future.
That's how the universe is set up. It is a constant learning ground, a school for the soul. If you are in someone's presence for a few seconds and make eye contact, there is an opportunity for a teaching moment.
If you're alive, you're armed with a wealth of knowledge that can work for your benefit. Experience and observations of others experiences help shape our thoughts and ultimately our actions and governs our behavior.
When I think back on the many trials and tribulations I endured, I realize that I developed a coping mechanism, or a way to not give any validity to a pity party for any of the things that were happening to me. I affectionately describe that as "feathers on my back" so the things roll right off.
I'm human! Today I have this hard exterior, which is armour to protect the sensitive little girl that's inside me.
You see, I was THEE MOST SENSITIVE GIRL in the WORLD! I still am, it's just packaged differently. I would cry if someone I loved looked at me wrong, talked about my shirt, or was mean to me. The pain I felt was unbearable, yet I was ridiculed because "that was nothing to cry about". Nicknamed "crybaby," Feathers started growing. I remember my mom bragging that she just has to look or yell at me to cry, she didn't have to whoop me. Even though she did!
Fast forward to getting in a relationship where my husband was an abuser and a womanizer. How do you still live, raise kids, and fight your husband, annnd have a pity party? Or dance in a strip club supporting the entire family because your husband won't work? Or while a dancer, have a run in with FBI, Secret Service, and DEA, all within a year? Or what about being shot, and stood over, with the gunman intending to kill you?
Surely the happy life didn't find me, I created it. The life of struggle and despair found me. I learned how to reject it and make choices toward the life I wanted to live. I chose God. I chose life. I chose happiness. I chose freedom. I chose me. I'm still choosing me and happiness which is why who you see today doesn't resemble the woman I used to be. I've been through so much in THIS LIFE, it feels like I have lived several lives this lifetime. I am sure God has everything to do with my strength and tenacity. The woman you see today has been transformed. By life and choices. #HowRebelRobbWasBorn
People always ask me, "Why are you so tough?" Well, I am the third child. The first girl. Basically the third boy.
My second older brother, James, was the one who I credit for making me physically tough. My brothers treated me like a little brother. My brother James would make me fight his friend's little brothers, betting that his little sister would win. His friends were actually dumb enough to take the challenges, and I won!
For as long as I can remember, I have been fighting. Specifically boys, for my entire adolescent years, some girls in my teenage years, but still mostly boys, a few women in my adult life and my husband. Sometimes I wouldn't want to fight and all my brother had to do was say he would beat me up, and that was enough to make me fight. I was scared of my brother! All of this was before age 10. I fought almost daily from age 4 to 10. That's a lot of stress for a child. My mother knew nothing. Smh. That training made me a bully's bully. It's why I'm such an Activist today.
As I got older, I was the type to never start anything, but I would finish it!! Finite! Done! I protected my friends and anyone who was being picked on. It was my pleasure to handle a bully. I was notorious for going to people's houses. Thank God nothing ever happened to me. 💯 🙏Looking back, that training was crucial and intricate knowledge #RebelRobbneeded!
There were so many people that I would eventually meet that would need me to be a 'fighter" for them, their rights, their very lives. And I had to, there was simply no other choice. Through it all, life has taught me only the strong survives. Guess what, you're STRONG too.
With as many memes, meme makers and #Reposts of positive messages, quotes, ways of life, and general ways to find happiness, you would think people are truly getting it. But the sad truth is there are so many hurt and victimized souls, not knowing how to properly process or deal with the incidents or events throughout their lives that created the hurt. They want to hide certain things they've experienced so they're not judged by people. They keep up this facade of I'm invincible.
I'm here to tell you that it is not healthy. I learned to stop giving myself pity parties when things started off crazy in my adult life. Right at age 18, I was raped. He was a 'friend' of mine and yes, weed and alcohol involved but it doesn't make it OK nor make me responsible for the sexual violence that happened.
Adding insult to injury, I didn't get no support from my "boyfriend " at the time who didn't believe me. That's not the only thing. I left home right after high school graduation thinking I was in love so to top it off, I was also living in a crack house and selling crack to survive in college. Coming from a 'poor mentality' my parents biggest cares were fighting over child support rather than supporting me in my educational goals. I had no grants, it was too late to sign up for the dorms and just being on an academic scholarship didn't provide enough extra funds. I cared about being in college. My parents didn't push me. I did.
I'm not a victim. I am a survivor. I did not cower in survival situations, I made a way. Instead of crying, I grew. I learned what to do and what not to do. As far out as the choices were, they were presented and I chose those lessons. I am as strong and resilient as I am today because of each and every one of those incidents or events in my life. I took control of life. I didn't let it control me. I could have been a statistic easy, a few times over actually ... Nahhh... Not a chance. You see, the way my God is set up!! I love who I am. 😇 😆💕👑💖 #Blessed #Trappin#College #Rape #HowRebelRobbWasBorn💯#MYTRUTH
I follow a lot of inspirational people, and I surely consider myself inspirational as well. What I KNOW is that I LIVED life, MADE STUPID MISTAKES, LEARNED from them and used it as knowledge and applied it to my life. If you haven't yet applied, or you're still making mistakes, God is still with you and it isn't too late.
This is coming from the girl who lived in a trap house in college. And the girl who danced for a living and met the #911 terrorist in my strip club. And the girl who went got scooped up by the Secret Service for receiving counterfeit money at the club, amongst other things. Yes, all of this is true.
Clearly this is not my life today, but as you can see I sure learned from those mistakes and became a ROLE MODEL. Not someone telling you to do right because it's good, but someone who did wrong and knows first hand the lessons.
Have a blessed week y'all. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. 💯✌ #RebelRobb 💯👑👀👑😇 #Homelessness #Trappin #Stripping #HowRebelRobbWasBorn #LatishaRobb